Finding Forever(41)

“Yes, come in,” she murmured.

He didn’t need to hear anything more to spring into action.

Whitney knew they should probably slow down, but it had seemed like an eternity since she’d last felt his touch. She wasn’t able to stop what was happening, but even if she could have, she wouldn’t have wanted to.

He backed her up until her legs hit the edge of her bed, and he pressed against her. She felt his arousal pushing into her stomach, and she wanted to reach out and grip him there, but she was unsure of herself. Would that be too bold, too shameless?

But she moved her hands from his well-defined shoulders and brought them slowly down his chest, unbuttoning his shirt along the way. She was desperate to feel the contours of his solid chest. While she was working on removing his clothes, he was slowly stripping hers off too. She could feel the cool air as it whispered along her skin. Excitement surged within her.

“I need you,” he growled, and nipped her earlobe.

She felt his words all the way through her body. She couldn’t get any words past her closed throat. The entire night had been about magic, and this was the perfect ending to it all. The perfect flourish of the magician’s wand.

All their clothes finally discarded, he lifted her into his arms and laid her on the bed. She instinctively tried to shield her naked body from his roving eyes, but he joined her on the bed and drew her hands away.

He started on a journey, to caress every inch of her body. His fingers skimmed over her satin skin, sending ripples of delight all through her. She became more daring in her need and her desire, and began running her fingers across the hard planes of his torso.

She reached his hip and circled around to touch his arousal, then couldn’t suppress her excited gasp. He was so ready for her, and so … so … big. She didn’t know how the two of them would manage to fit together, but she was more than willing to try.

He sensed her fear. “I won’t hurt you, I promise,” he told her.

She couldn’t help but relax at his words and touch. He was being so gentle with her; how could she do anything but trust him?

He kissed her deeply, exploring the sweet recesses of her mouth, touching every satiny surface. When she was absolutely breathless from that kiss, he moved his head down her slim throat and urged his mouth against her heightened pulse. She brought her hands up, running her fingers through his hair, holding him firmly against her.

He arched upward and brought his lips over her breasts, swiping his tongue across her peaked nipples and then blowing warm air across those tender buds. She arched off the bed and groaned. She felt the wetness building up in her core. She was done with foreplay, and she ground her hips against his. Her fears had vanished.

“Patience” was all he said as he continued his travels down her body.

She couldn’t protest, since what he was doing was melting her from the outside in.

He reached her thighs and spread them apart, something no other man had ever done. She wanted to hide from this intimate exposure, but he wouldn’t allow it. She was on display for him, and to judge from the look in his eyes, he was enjoying what he saw.

“You are breathtaking,” he whispered before he brought his head down and grazed the sensitive skin on her stomach.

She stopped fighting him and simply enjoyed the sensations washing through her. He moved his lips farther down, his tongue sliding against her hot flesh. When he inserted his finger into her tight core, she nearly shattered. It was too much.

But he was relentless. He started moving faster, pressing his hands and mouth forward in a rhythm that had her exploding in passion.

Her head fell back as wave after wave of intense pleasure mastered her. He slowed his movements and made sure she enjoyed every single second of the prolonged orgasm. After the final shudder passed through her body, he started moving upward once again. But she felt so spent. She couldn’t possibly do anything further. She couldn’t even open her eyes.

And yet, when he nibbled on one of her hardened nipples, she was proved wrong. That gentle bite started to wake up her body again. How could he pleasure her so well and then make her want even more?

He lavished attention on her breasts and then took her mouth with his in another deep possession. He was no longer slow and gentle. He was fast and demanding and she was answering his call. The more fevered he became, the more she needed him to join the two of them together.

He reached down and lifted her leg around his hip, pressing his generous arousal against her core, with just the tip teasing her there. She jerked her hips, no longer afraid of his size. She wanted him to finish what he’d started.

He continued to caress her mouth with his while rubbing his hand along her hip and the smooth curve of her backside. His every touch sent shivers through her. She jerked her hips again, tired of waiting. Finally, he started to go in inch by amazing inch.